Honestly, does it have to come down to this? Strolling the wrong way. Looking north and going south? All I want is direction, clarity, strength. Where is the fastener, and why is it avoided? Who gets permission? And why is it provided? Who am I to say?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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